Heaven (Fitz)

[RACHEL BERRY]

It wasn’t something Rachel would miss out on—ever, but of course anything that had to do with music or performing made the girl itch to do just about anything, even if that meant driving her best foot forward and taking a small period at the local café for a performance. Rachel had pulled her hair up into a high pony tail, wrapping the band with a long pink ribbon, making sure to tie it and let the ends of the luminescent material curve into the shape of the careful bow which Rachel meticulously perfected until it sat up gently on the chocolate wave of her hair. The soft white dress that was vicariously placed around her tiny frame shone brightly with a floral print that combined maroons with the pastels of green and yellows. It wasn’t something that she would normally wear—strapless dress, one that fell just above her knees—but it had been given to her in a gift and there was no way that she would hurt that persons feelings by letting it sit in the back of her closet. No; Rachel would take the dress and the flats—the red ones with the flowers on the toes—that Kurt had given to her and use that along with her crimson music bag and somehow tie everything together.

She kissed both of her fathers before she took the short drive over to the café—well it was more of a coffee shop that she had been to a few times before competitions. Usually Rachel had camped out here when she had come to see Kurt when he had gone to Dalton, but now that he had found his way back to them, the old place hadn’t seen the face of a star since nearly six months before.

The little hole in the wall hadn’t changed a bit as she pulled her fathers’ car into one of the adjacent spaces before taking one last look at the outside wall. Brick upon brick stacked nearly twice over her head as the large old sign hung nearly ominously over the door, its words whispering Heavens with white scripted letters that were starting to fade on the wood that was weathered by age. The glass door didn’t reveal much about the inside, but the bar and it’s barista who was leaning simply behind the cash register, whipping the top of the counter in a slow methodical motion, a bored, nearly yawning in response. But what was on the inside was something more, greater than anyone of theatrical background would have imagined; a piano, a gorgeous piano that had belonged to the grandmother of the newest owner of the establishment. It was long, lithe, the white keys that mingled with their ebony counterparts.

When she had come she would give an impromptu performance for anyone who was within earshot, even if they weren’t exactly looking for her Broadway style. “Oh!” Rachel squealed in excitement, grabbing her music bag, checking for all of her sheet music before opening the door and letting it close—and lock—behind her.

“Excuse me..?” Rachel said, having stepped through the threshold, hugging the faux leather against her chest, careful to make sure that her bow was still perky upon her head as she spoke, “I’m Rachel Berry, I’ve come for the entertainment…? Or more performances I guess. I brought my sheet music” Grinning the girl waited for a response, but the less-than-amused look on the teens face didn’t change as she just waved her hand in a general direction to the piano.

None the less Rachel smiled at her, “Thank you!” Nodding in respect Rachel looked down in her bag searching for the papers that she was going to do first. Her whole arsenal was stuffed into this bag, there was no way she was going to go without it. As the gentle tap tap tap of her feet hit the hard wood floor, Rachel was shocked as her body collided with another making her jump and look up. “Oh! Dear! I am SO sorry!” she gasped, dropping the papers that were in her hands.

Placing a hand on the boys shoulder she tried to apologize again—fighting the urge to just bend over and pick up the precious papers. “I didn’t even see you! I’m such a clutz… Really Im sorry.” Once more she threw the boy a sad look, before getting down on her knees to slowly start stacking the papers. One after the other she made sure to try and turn them back in the correct order before looking back up to the boy. He was attractive, but he didn’t look like he was from here. “Again, really, im sorry.”

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[STONE FITZGERALD]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

"Lucy! Get out of here!" Fitz crossed his arms and stared at the stubborn, black and white cat, calmly sprawled across his boxes of comic books as she licked her paws in a lazy manner. When he yelled, she stretched her limbs, blinked, and looked over at him, as if she hadn't seen him enter the room and stare at her for a solid five minutes (Fitz knew she had definitely noticed him). The fat cat yawned, and then resumed licking her feet in that rebellious yet lazy attitude that cats always had. Fitz groaned and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall as he stared at his cat. He would have sat on the bed, except there was not yet a bed in his bedroom - which wasn't too much of a problem, because he lived at Dalton, but it only seemed to reiterate the fact that this was hardly his home. Everything was in boxes, piled in the corner of a bare room. Not everything had arrived yet from Australia, so Fitz only had the essentials at Dalton, and he'd planned on sorting through what was at his parent's house this Saturday morning. But the cats (five of them, with more still waiting back home) seemed to be ruining his plans in the manner of a vast conspiracy. It also didn't help that he hadn't labeled anything (it hadn't seemed important at the time).

"Son! Darling! Fitz, dear!" Fitz heard the soft barefoot walk of his mother come up the hallway, and his heard turned as the door creaked open and she looked down at him. "Ah, there you are. Is it alright if I put the neo-surrealism in here? I was going to use the study, but your father already started putting the photography in there."

Fitz sighed, standing up. "Sure, Mum. Do you need any help with that?" he asked.

"No, I'll be fine. Thanks, dear," she said, kissing his forehead. "Aw, look, Lucy's trying to help," she noticed with a soft smile, before turning to leave. Fitz glanced at Lucy's fat arse, which had hardly moved, and groaned. Just as he was trying to think of some sort of plan to get her to move (food was usually a good motivator), two more creatures slinked into the room, one brown and striped, and the other sleek and grey, sniffed around, and then gracefully jumped up on to some of the other boxes, their tails twitching contentedly.

"Elrond, Arwen!" They turned their elegant, pointed ears toward him, mewed, and then started licking their paws as well. With a final noise of protest, Fitz collected his house keys from the floor and exited the room, traversing the hallway of portraits carefully, stepping over more cats and and abstract art in the living room, and poking his head into a kitchen of sculptures, where his dad bent over the coffeemaker filled with tea. "Dad? Need help with anything?"

His dad looked up and smiled, though with the same distracted look his parents always had. "I think I'm good. Why don't you go outside and explore?" he suggested, as if Fitz was eight and was going to go find some neighborhood kids to ride bikes with or poke things with sticks with. Nevermind that the idea sounded good to him.

Fitz shrugged and journeyed across a sea of ... he actually wasn't sure what kind of art it was. But it made his eyes spin by the time he got to the end - a lot of black and white stripes - and pushed through the front door. He got all the way to the sidewalk until he realized he wasn't wearing any shoes. He scurried back, slipped on the nearest pair of thongs (there was an American word for them that he couldn't remember for the life of him) and resumed his walk.

It took all of five minutes for him to get lost.

Fitz had no idea how to get around Westerville, Ohio, and the fact that he hadn't even paid attention to where he was going didn't help. Somehow, he got from the residential area, to a street with many store fronts and the sweet, warm smell of bakeries and cafes. He blinked, realized he had no idea where he was, and then shrugged and entered the nearest coffee shop.

With a grin, Fitz sat down at a table and started digging through his pockets, hoping that maybe there was some money stuck in there that he could use to buy some coffee. His hand brushed something, and he eagerly pulled it out, smiling down at the bright, colorful bill. He ended up pulling five such bills out of his pockets before glancing up at the list of prices. Gripping the money tightly, Fitz started to walk up to the counter, wondering what he would get. Before he got up there, though, his face fell, and he stared at the money in his hands. They were Australian dollars that had escaped the currency exchange. Too depressed by this to move, Fitz stood there, pondering his awful luck.

Fitz staggered slightly upon impact, jerking and looking up to see flying papers and a girl standing in front of him. He blinked in surprise as she was apologizing and putting her hand on his shoulder. "Oh! Dear! I am SO sorry! I didn't even see you. I'm such a clutz... Really, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he responded almost automatically, finding himself grinning at her, a strange contrast to her sad look. He shoved his crumpled, useless bills into his pocket and looked down at her with a tilted head as she apologized yet again. After retrieving a paper that had skid a few feet across the floor, Fitz knelt down in front of her. "Don't worry about it, love! I'm fine," he insisted as he handed her the sheet of music. "Are you going to play?" he asked, tilting his head to the piano as he stood up and offered her a hand.

"I'm Fitz, by the way," he added. "And you have beautiful eyes." Oh God. Fitz wasn't usually trying to flirt, but almost every thought that crossed his mind popped out of his mouth, so he could never help it if he saw someone pretty. It had gotten him in trouble a number of times, but he never learned.

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